Pure & Still

A circle bent into an oval

Moved its spine

And broke its back

Mutter of the softest furl

Concieved of frail tongue

A circle but a hole

A hole but a window

Pure negating black

Mutter of the faintest voice

Ethereal blister

In one smooth fade

The warp within the oval

The perpetuation within

A circle

Pale as thin whispering

Pure and still

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